Monday, November 16, 2009

Personal Trainers; Or, How I Learned to Follow Orders to Save Myself

I did it.

I got off my ever-expanding ass and took some action. I joined a gym on Saturday and actually setup an appointment with a trainer on Sunday. And on Monday, I could hardly move.

Almost.

And while I do hurt like the dickens in places I'd long forgotten could move much less have moved, it's a good pain. It's that pain that comes from knowing I'm finally doing something to make myself healthier.

Even if it hurts. Oww.

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